I used to ride bullhorns in the city. One day, while taking a tight right hand turn at a decent speed, with my hands placed center bars near the stem, a ribbon of caution tape blew out in the wind and perfectly looped the end of my bars. The tape was quite long and had untied from a barrel but was secured to a light post on the other end. It yanked me to the ground faster than I could say “fuck my luck!” I fractured my elbow and got some road rash. I was on decent dose of acid though so take it with that grain of salt. I don’t ride bullhorns anymore though.
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I used to ride bullhorns in the city. One day, while taking a tight right hand turn at a decent speed, with my hands placed center bars near the stem, a ribbon of caution tape blew out in the wind and perfectly looped the end of my bars. The tape was quite long and had untied from a barrel but was secured to a light post on the other end. It yanked me to the ground faster than I could say “fuck my luck!” I fractured my elbow and got some road rash. I was on decent dose of acid though so take it with that grain of salt. I don’t ride bullhorns anymore though.